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 Just as he reached Qin Mubai, he was knocked down.


Even among S-level players, there were differences.


“We’ll take half,” Ye Nianchu said calmly.


“Let’s do a third,” Song Zhao replied, realizing that the two were likely also S-level players and stronger individually.


“Half,” Ye Nianchu insisted.


On the ground, the man holding his knee stood up with assistance, unable to protest.


In the end, they agreed. It was only the third day of the game, and preserving strength was crucial for ranking.


Looking at Ye Nianchu and Qin Mubai as they left, Song Zhao suddenly recalled that there were hundreds of S-level players, but only a few were at the very top.



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The sound of water faintly echoed from afar.


As dusk fell, they couldn’t proceed further.


Although supply boxes had been dropped, no S-level players were eliminated yet; everyone was cautious, conserving their strength.


The early rankings didn’t matter; the last two days were critical.


The supplies in the box were minimal—just four bags of instant noodles and some medicine.


There was no water in the supply box.


At five in the morning, it started to rain again.


Ye Nianchu woke to the sound of rain. They collected some rainwater in a pot, and after a few hours, they boiled it, filtering it with clean clothes for later use.


This was how they had managed their water for washing in the first two days.


On the fourth day, there were 65 players left, including 10 S-level players.


Their rankings remained high.


Following the sound of water for two hours, their view opened up to a clear stream, where stones at the bottom were visible.


Further ahead was a small waterfall.


Watching the fish and shrimp swimming, Ye Nianchu thought they could catch those for food.


However, the wooden house across the stream caught her off guard.


A house in the deserted rainforest.


“Congratulations, player. You have found Shelter No. 2. The game will reveal shelter locations on the fifth day.”


Shelter No. 2? There were likely at least two such places within the game.


Now she understood why there was no water in the supply box.


Since it was a shelter, the water source must be clean.


It was easy to imagine how much competition would arise after the location was revealed tomorrow.


Ye Nianchu and Qin Mubai entered the wooden house, which was empty.


Even with a wooden house, they would still need a tent to sleep.


They had limited supplies and couldn’t set traps, so they focused on weapons instead.


There was a tree called the Bloodstopping Tree in the rainforest, whose sap was highly toxic. Coating weapons with it would cause fatal poisoning.


They had collected some sap on their way.


After a quick meal, Ye Nianchu went to the stream to catch fish. By afternoon, she had a good haul.


However, her cooking skills were limited; she could only manage to cook the fish thoroughly.


It wasn’t as tasty as instant noodles, and she wondered how Qin Mubai could enjoy it.


As night fell, they sat in front of the wooden house, gazing up at the starry sky.


Ye Nianchu felt that the easiest moment in this game had been now.


A gentle breeze blew, and as she leaned against Qin Mubai’s shoulder, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

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